Juliette Binoche credited as playing...
Vianne
- Vianne: And these are for your husband. Unrefined cacao nips from Guatemala, to awaken the passions.
- Yvette Marceau: Psshh. You've obviously never met my husband.
- Vianne: Well, you've obviously never tried these.
- Yvette Marceau: Do you have more of those bean thingies, please?
- Vianne: Oh, sure. Um... How many do you want?
- Yvette Marceau: How many have you got?
- Comte de Reynaud: Rumor has it you are harbouring Madame Muscat. Is that true?
- Vianne: You make her sound like a fugitive.
- Comte de Reynaud: She *is* a fugitive. From her marriage vows, which have been sanctified by God.
- Vianne: Josephine? Come out here a minute. Let His Radiance have a look at you, hm?
- [shows the Comte the ugly bruise on Josephine's forehead]
- Vianne: Is that sanctified enough for you? It's not the first time.
- Comte de Reynaud: I am truly sorry. You should have come to me. Your husband will be made to repent for this.
- Josephine Muscat: Tell him to repent on someone else's head.
- Vianne: What do you see in it?
- Armande Voizin: Not a damned thing.
- Vianne: Come on, it's a game. What do you see?
- Armande Voizin: I see a cranky old woman too tired to play games.
- Vianne: Hmm. I've got just the thing for you.
- [Anouk has come home from school upset]
- Vianne: Anouk, just tell me what happened.
- Anouk: Are you Satan's helper?
- Vianne: Well, it... it's not easy, being different.
- Anouk: Why can't we go to church?
- Vianne: Well, you can if you want... but it won't make things easier.
- Anouk: Why can't you wear black shoes like the other mothers?
- Vianne: Things could be different for you, Josephine. Serge doesn't run the world.
- Josephine Muscat: He might as well.
- Vianne: Is that what you believe?
- Josephine Muscat: I know it.
- Vianne: Oh. Well, then it must be... must be true. My mistake.
- Luc Clairmont: Grandmother, bonjour.
- Armande Voizin: I, um... would you like a cup of, uh...
- Luc Clairmont: No, no thank you. I'm just here to, uh... do a portrait.
- Armande Voizin: Whose?
- Vianne: Yours, actually. Is the light okay where she's sitting?
- Vianne: Would you care... would you care to buy something special for your lady friend?
- Guillaume Blerot: Lady friend?
- Vianne: Mm-hmm, the lovely woman your dog was so fond of.
- Guillaume Blerot: [smiles] Oh.
- Vianne: Her favorite is chocolate seashells, that's my guess.
- Guillaume Blerot: Oh, no, I mustn't. Madame Audel is in mourning for her husband.
- Vianne: Oh. I'm sorry. When did he pass away?
- Guillaume Blerot: The war. German grenade.
- Vianne: Oh, I see. Well, it's been fifteen years since the war, so surely...
- Guillaume Blerot: No, not that war. Monsieur Audel was killed on January the 12th, 1917. It was quite a blow to Madame Audel.
- Vianne: Apparently so.
- Vianne: I have two announcements. Number one, if you enjoyed what you ate here, you're going to love my chocolate festival on Sunday.
- Armande Voizin: Advertise on your own time. What's for dessert?
- Vianne: That brings me to number two. It is my duty to announce, that there is no dessert here tonight.
- [guests sound disappointed]
- Vianne: Because it's on Roux's boat.
- [uncomfortable silence]
- Armande Voizin: Any complaints, see me.
- Armande Voizin: Your cinnamon looks rancid.
- Vianne: Well, it's not cinnamon, it's a special kind of chili pepper.
- Armande Voizin: Chili pepper in hot chocolate? Psh.
- Vianne: Mm-hm. It'll give you a lift.
- Josephine Muscat: If you leave, everything will go back to the way it was.
- Vianne: Everything *is* the way it was.
- Josephine Muscat: Not for me!
- Armande Voizin: Sure you didn't put booze in that?
- Vianne: Something better.
- Armande Voizin: Perhaps you should give it to my daughter. Melt that chilly disposition of hers.
- Vianne: Things could be different for you, Josephine. Serge doesn't rule the world.
- Josephine Muscat: He might as well.
- Vianne: Is that what you believe?
- Josephine Muscat: I know it.
- Vianne: Oh, well, then it... it must be true. My mistake.
- Armande Voizin: She won't let me see my grandson. I'm cut off from him.
- Vianne: Why is that? Armande, why is that?
- Armande Voizin: Oh, I'm a bad influence. 'Cause I don't like her treating him like a trained poodle. I swear, that boy doesn't piss without her permission.